if you keep drinking like this." said the Doc to me years ago. What I heard was "You are dying." So I cried and cried and told all my friends I was dying and come have one last beer with me. Wrote my will, blamed my wife, gave shit away. When I didn't die right away, I somehow got sober enough to go to a meeting. I had fun there so I went back. This was alot better than thinking I was the only one with liver problems that I can't talk about. I just wanted you to feel sorry for me. Come on in the pity party is in full swing! You know what? Out of all the people I invited, not a one showed up. I kept going back to meetings. That was 10 yrs ago. I'm not dead yet and my liver is fine. I do get pretty grouchy when somebody invites me to a pity party though I happen to know they are not much fun. I even started to throw one not to long ago, but we got that nipped in the bud. I am sober today and through God's grace I'll be sober tomorrow. Thank y'all very much I'm just glad to be here.
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